Yesterday, my life changed.
Sure, you say, it's always changing and of course, you're right. But somehow, it shifted in a huge way without my permission. No one asked me if I was ready, and in fact, I'm not. No one told me to take notes on this particular life changing event.
No one told me I would feel this way.
But most importantly, my mind has deceived me. My mind tells me that I'm still young, impulsive, cool, maybe even sexy on a really good day, in the proper lighting. My mind says I'm too young to be a grandmother.
Forty-two. A grandmother. My mother was forty-two when she became a grandmother but I never realized how young that was.
I have a grandson. He is beautiful and his name is Brian Paul. Life goes on, ever so sweetly and completely.